On a Plane to Brazil

Up here so high

I feel a hard shell breaking

Remembering how there are so many people to love

To give to

To share

Why does all the emotion feel so much closer

How did I create such a shell around myself

What do I need to protect myself from?

When there are sweet old ladies

Who talk to everyone around them

And find a hurting soul

So heavy

Why is she so heavy? It’s hard to hear

It’s hard with masks

It’s hard with the plane noise surrounding us

But I can pick up bits and pieces

And tie them together enough to pray

Is praying enough?

When did praying start to not feel like enough?

When we think we have other solutions to turn to first

Maybe I just had to go back

Go back to where we just know

There are no other solutions

I am once again broken

Once again flooded by the beauty

Of flying above the clouds

In a place so empty

So magnificent

The sky is like an ocean

Where you cannot see the end

The sun sinks down into it and dissolves

The clouds pass as waves

One over the other

Rolling

Blowing

Suddenly they part

It must be Atlantis

Because there is a world below me

Each light a story

A place

An adventure